Heartily endorsed by four fifths of the hotpress production floor, ‘Cows With Guns’ sounds like Johnny Cash on acid: an utterly absurd five-minute Orwellian wonder chronicling the finer points of bovine revolution. Whilst I recommend that the number of plays this record receives rises only in tandem with your level of intoxication, chances are it’ll be the best thing you waste a fiver on this week. Honest.